[Hey Dudes. I have to admit I'm getting a little bored with this fic but I am gonna finish it because I like the story though I say it myself, I'm just to damn much of a lazy-arse to wanna be the one to write it. I figure I might need a bit of confidence-boosting if ya know what I mean *nudge nudge* *R 'n' R* But anyway, here commences chap. 6 of My Prophecy.]
I have commenced with my questioning of the inhabitants of this place about that house. I spent a lot of the morning with the witch who runs the quaint little Occult shop, Athar talked to the pub landlord last night. Killing two birds with one stone, you might say. Getting pissed while on a job, I would say.
But I saw that girl again, and once again, she peturbs me. I saw her and a male friend of hers after I finished in the shop. She seemed as sirprised to see me as I was of her, though I don't know why. And as it turns out, she had lied to me, her friend let it slip that her name was not Sian, a transparent lie that I could kick myself for not recognising, she is called Morgan. The name I'm sure I've heard before, if from Kennet or in my own head.
Anyway, she was angry and as good as demanded to know my name. I told her, Hunter Niall. And her already infuriating friend also told her I was a Seeker.
I have seen some looks of dispising, of outrage, in my work, but never one a venomous as that, and, never one that made me want to look away, that made me feel almost ashamed, like the looks Da used to give me when I had set Mum's favourite curtains on fire. I didn't look away though. Our emotions seemed to somehow penetrate eachother. I saw the essence of the Goddess through her fiery hazel eyes. And her power. Goddess, her power. It's like a horror film that I just can't stop staring at. And I know I want to see it again.
-Giomanach
I ran over the moors like the Devil was chasing me. I had to get away from him, away from his eyes. Away from a seeker. Dad would be disapointed, said my inner Woodbane. I told it to shut up.
I stumbled up the drive, hardly noticing my heart punching against my chest.
"Sis'! Mog, wait. Wait!"
I flung open the front door, craving the safety of the house, almost running into Cal, who jumped back, sirprised. Killian burst in after me. Both looked pretty shocked at me. I felt deflated, emotionally burned, sick of confrontations. The rage I had felt was dying, leaving me. I felt I had left all my strength in the shop, magickal and physical. But I had questions.
"Hey, sweetheart," Cal started, "I was just about to send out a search party-"
"What else do you know about him?" I asked meekly and urgently, ignoring Cal.
"Ermm," He replied, scratching his head vacantly, "well, he's a Seeker, like I said, err...young, about 20...an orphan, I think, parents buggered off somewhere, years ago, oh and...same Dad as him." He gestered towards Cal. Cal looked blank for a second, and then the penny dropped. I sensed his anger rising.
"That bastard is here?! Urgh, God! He can't keep his nose into his own damn business," Cal exclaimed. He came to me, grabbing my arm roughly, "Did he do anything to you? Stick his trecherous nose in? If I had any idea he would turn up..."
Cals rantings changed into background noise as I scanned his face urgently. There has to be a spark there, I thought, some connection, other than lust, to make me be with him, attract us to eachother. I looked at his sensuous golden eyes, his desert tanned skin, sexy mouth and extended my senses over his auror, exciting and exotic. But nothing. Shallow desire, pitiful to the emotion of minutes ago. The emotions I had felt.
I felt as if the world had betrayed me. I stepped back onto the stairs and my eyes filled, my mouth hanging open, taking one last look at Cal before I let the tears fall. He looked back at me confusedly, and emptily. I ran to my room and slammed the door, leaving my brother and boyfriend standing in the hallway.
My knees hit down on the carpet and I cried, kneeling on the floor. I was disgusted at myself for letting some stranger reduce me to this. There are plenty of Seekers in the world, hard-faced no-ones, sucking out innocents' souls and reducing them to human rubble. But Goddess, why did this stranger have to be one?
I felt a prickle on my neck. The sort of prickle you feel when your being watched. Our scried for, I realised and extended my senses.
Then I realised it wasn't. I was just me, my reflection in my mirror, across the room, staring back at me. The girl there was weak, I saw, her face was blotched and wet, hunched over on herself like a beggar on the ground, her soggy, long hair clinging to her red cheeks and her eyes shining and pathetic. I flung my arm out. My mirror shattered. I was not that girl.
*
I heard a knock at my door. I rolled over on my bed, groggily and sirprised at thew darkness that had flooded my bedroom. 7:15 at night. No wonder, I thought. "come in!"
"Hey, love," Moms red hair appeared round the door and she came and sat at the end of my bed, "Kill' says you were a bit off after visiting Blue's. Your Dad wants a good excuse for not getting lose black pillars." She said, trying to make me laugh. I smiled, half-heartedly.
She looked down at me concerned. "Wanna talk?"
I sighed and sat up. "I guess."
Rather than flick the light switch, I looked around my room at the hundreds of candles dotted about my room in turn, and lit them easily. I got to the last little tealight and we both jumped as it flamed high for a second and then spat out. That only happened when two witches tried to light the same wick. I grinned at Mom and said, "jinx". My mum hugged me.
"You know when you and dad first met," I started akwardly, trying to get advice without having to tell the whole story, which she could easily repeat to Da, "how did you, you know, know that you...loved him?"
She sat for a while thinking, rocking me slightly in her arms. Finally she said, "Don't know really. A few things. His eyes mostly."
Normally, I'd be squirming in disgust at hearing anything remotely corny about my parents, but I needed help and I was closer to my Mum than almost anyone. This last comment bough a lump to my throat. "What, what about them?"
"Well, your Dad always used to say he could see the whole universe of the Goddess in my eyes and I could in his. And life just seemed, dead, without him. Not really worth it."
I knew the most basic details of what had happened with Mums old coven and its destruction and Dads coven, but I knew that they had been separated when she found out about his first wife in Scotland, Killians birth Mom and the mother of my two other half siblings, Kyle and Iona, whom I didn't know. Mum had then run away to America with an old friend who also survived after Belwickets demise, where Dad had found her and I had been conceived. Never a nice thought.
"Why the sudden interest, anyway?" She inquired.
"No real reason," I replied vaguely.
"Something to do with Cal?" She said, wriggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"Maybe."
She gave me a kiss on the forehead, "well, whatever it is, dinner'll be ready in half an hour," and she left.
So he really is then. He must be if what she's saying is true, I thought, pulling my blanket around myself. Oh Goddess, give me strength to do what has to be done.
[ok, I KNOW this chapter, or at least it's ending might sound really repetetive and the story seems to be going slow but I figured I needed this chapter to kind of mediate, and I didn't think Maeve had had enough presence in the earlier chaps but I think I'm gonna get things moving a bit more once I actually get round to writing the next chapter. Review dudes]
I have commenced with my questioning of the inhabitants of this place about that house. I spent a lot of the morning with the witch who runs the quaint little Occult shop, Athar talked to the pub landlord last night. Killing two birds with one stone, you might say. Getting pissed while on a job, I would say.
But I saw that girl again, and once again, she peturbs me. I saw her and a male friend of hers after I finished in the shop. She seemed as sirprised to see me as I was of her, though I don't know why. And as it turns out, she had lied to me, her friend let it slip that her name was not Sian, a transparent lie that I could kick myself for not recognising, she is called Morgan. The name I'm sure I've heard before, if from Kennet or in my own head.
Anyway, she was angry and as good as demanded to know my name. I told her, Hunter Niall. And her already infuriating friend also told her I was a Seeker.
I have seen some looks of dispising, of outrage, in my work, but never one a venomous as that, and, never one that made me want to look away, that made me feel almost ashamed, like the looks Da used to give me when I had set Mum's favourite curtains on fire. I didn't look away though. Our emotions seemed to somehow penetrate eachother. I saw the essence of the Goddess through her fiery hazel eyes. And her power. Goddess, her power. It's like a horror film that I just can't stop staring at. And I know I want to see it again.
-Giomanach
I ran over the moors like the Devil was chasing me. I had to get away from him, away from his eyes. Away from a seeker. Dad would be disapointed, said my inner Woodbane. I told it to shut up.
I stumbled up the drive, hardly noticing my heart punching against my chest.
"Sis'! Mog, wait. Wait!"
I flung open the front door, craving the safety of the house, almost running into Cal, who jumped back, sirprised. Killian burst in after me. Both looked pretty shocked at me. I felt deflated, emotionally burned, sick of confrontations. The rage I had felt was dying, leaving me. I felt I had left all my strength in the shop, magickal and physical. But I had questions.
"Hey, sweetheart," Cal started, "I was just about to send out a search party-"
"What else do you know about him?" I asked meekly and urgently, ignoring Cal.
"Ermm," He replied, scratching his head vacantly, "well, he's a Seeker, like I said, err...young, about 20...an orphan, I think, parents buggered off somewhere, years ago, oh and...same Dad as him." He gestered towards Cal. Cal looked blank for a second, and then the penny dropped. I sensed his anger rising.
"That bastard is here?! Urgh, God! He can't keep his nose into his own damn business," Cal exclaimed. He came to me, grabbing my arm roughly, "Did he do anything to you? Stick his trecherous nose in? If I had any idea he would turn up..."
Cals rantings changed into background noise as I scanned his face urgently. There has to be a spark there, I thought, some connection, other than lust, to make me be with him, attract us to eachother. I looked at his sensuous golden eyes, his desert tanned skin, sexy mouth and extended my senses over his auror, exciting and exotic. But nothing. Shallow desire, pitiful to the emotion of minutes ago. The emotions I had felt.
I felt as if the world had betrayed me. I stepped back onto the stairs and my eyes filled, my mouth hanging open, taking one last look at Cal before I let the tears fall. He looked back at me confusedly, and emptily. I ran to my room and slammed the door, leaving my brother and boyfriend standing in the hallway.
My knees hit down on the carpet and I cried, kneeling on the floor. I was disgusted at myself for letting some stranger reduce me to this. There are plenty of Seekers in the world, hard-faced no-ones, sucking out innocents' souls and reducing them to human rubble. But Goddess, why did this stranger have to be one?
I felt a prickle on my neck. The sort of prickle you feel when your being watched. Our scried for, I realised and extended my senses.
Then I realised it wasn't. I was just me, my reflection in my mirror, across the room, staring back at me. The girl there was weak, I saw, her face was blotched and wet, hunched over on herself like a beggar on the ground, her soggy, long hair clinging to her red cheeks and her eyes shining and pathetic. I flung my arm out. My mirror shattered. I was not that girl.
*
I heard a knock at my door. I rolled over on my bed, groggily and sirprised at thew darkness that had flooded my bedroom. 7:15 at night. No wonder, I thought. "come in!"
"Hey, love," Moms red hair appeared round the door and she came and sat at the end of my bed, "Kill' says you were a bit off after visiting Blue's. Your Dad wants a good excuse for not getting lose black pillars." She said, trying to make me laugh. I smiled, half-heartedly.
She looked down at me concerned. "Wanna talk?"
I sighed and sat up. "I guess."
Rather than flick the light switch, I looked around my room at the hundreds of candles dotted about my room in turn, and lit them easily. I got to the last little tealight and we both jumped as it flamed high for a second and then spat out. That only happened when two witches tried to light the same wick. I grinned at Mom and said, "jinx". My mum hugged me.
"You know when you and dad first met," I started akwardly, trying to get advice without having to tell the whole story, which she could easily repeat to Da, "how did you, you know, know that you...loved him?"
She sat for a while thinking, rocking me slightly in her arms. Finally she said, "Don't know really. A few things. His eyes mostly."
Normally, I'd be squirming in disgust at hearing anything remotely corny about my parents, but I needed help and I was closer to my Mum than almost anyone. This last comment bough a lump to my throat. "What, what about them?"
"Well, your Dad always used to say he could see the whole universe of the Goddess in my eyes and I could in his. And life just seemed, dead, without him. Not really worth it."
I knew the most basic details of what had happened with Mums old coven and its destruction and Dads coven, but I knew that they had been separated when she found out about his first wife in Scotland, Killians birth Mom and the mother of my two other half siblings, Kyle and Iona, whom I didn't know. Mum had then run away to America with an old friend who also survived after Belwickets demise, where Dad had found her and I had been conceived. Never a nice thought.
"Why the sudden interest, anyway?" She inquired.
"No real reason," I replied vaguely.
"Something to do with Cal?" She said, wriggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"Maybe."
She gave me a kiss on the forehead, "well, whatever it is, dinner'll be ready in half an hour," and she left.
So he really is then. He must be if what she's saying is true, I thought, pulling my blanket around myself. Oh Goddess, give me strength to do what has to be done.
[ok, I KNOW this chapter, or at least it's ending might sound really repetetive and the story seems to be going slow but I figured I needed this chapter to kind of mediate, and I didn't think Maeve had had enough presence in the earlier chaps but I think I'm gonna get things moving a bit more once I actually get round to writing the next chapter. Review dudes]